Nine stairs below me, a cow is standing.
Me on the one hand, and behind her a flooding river.
She doesn't stand a chance.
Although here they roam free on the streets.
Eating, Laughing and visiting the road and the mountain.
Why isn't it like that anywhere else?
Why are they broken?
Its all an illusion!
Stairs are stairs and the cow is beside me.
Her place is on her feat, and not with her head underneath.
Nine stairs above her a lion is standing.